#I'm slowly working my way thru all the content

[atlasisnothere]

thinking of writing some jedi fallen order fic once my current project is finished. this game is criminally underrated and deserves more content and on god will I contribute to the cause.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗞 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: 4 times that Y/N and Matt made a couple's trend on tiktok.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @paytonthereader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Just like Matt worked with YouTube making videos with his brothers, Y/N worked with TikTok. She created her account on the app in 2019, and from 2020, she lost her camera shyness slowly and started posting her own videos, creating content for her favorite niche: makeup and skincare.

When Matt moved to Los Angeles, the two met in an unexpected and cliché encounter in line at a bakery on a rainy morning. Their friendship grew as quickly as it began, and feelings were gradually cultivated. With both of them working on the Internet and being public figures, it was easy to understand each other and fit in their crazy schedules.

It didn't take much. The two quickly found themselves in a tangle of reciprocal feelings. Matt felt proud that he was brave enough to make the first move, and soon, the two were in a beautiful relationship that blossomed very quickly and lightly.

Because they both work with social networks, they decided not to keep their love a secret, and what surprised them most was how the fans supported them together, it was rare that they encountered comments from haters.

With that, in all of the Sturniolo Triplets' YouTube videos and Y/N's TikToks, there were thousands of people begging them to make more content together, being called "the power couple" by both fandoms.

That's why Y/N always found a way to convince Matt to do some couple trends on TikTok with her, and despite pretending he didn't like it, she knew how much he adored making mini videos with her, showing to the world how much he loved her.

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1.

Y/N fitted her phone on the phone holder attached to the right side of the front windowscreen of Matt's car - which was there precisely because she loved recording herself doing makeup there, being the passenger princess she was -, lowering the brightness of the screen so that the boy couldn't see the TikTok camera open.

She adjusted the position of the device so that it covered the two front seats, pressing the red button to start recording, smiling slightly to the camera before looking away.

Matt didn't notice her movements, too focused on the sight in front of him, driving slowly through the McDonald's drive thru line, waiting for their turn. His left hand held the steering wheel, while his right hand rested on Y/N's thigh, caressing her covered skin gently.

Y/N's calm playlist played softly through the speakers, creating a comfortable atmosphere for both of them.

The girl knew that she was going to make the order that day, knowing that Matt was feeling too anxious to talk to a stranger, so her plan would work.

"Do you already know what you will want, baby?" The girl asked. Her tone was low as she turned her upper body to the left, focusing her eyes on the brunette.

"Just some nuggets, baby. And Coke, please." He asked, looking at her quickly before returning his eyes to the cars in front of them, receiving a nod from the girl.

It didn't take long and soon it was their turn. Matt rolled down the window on the driver's side door, smiling kindly at the attendant before turning to his girlfriend, waiting for her to start the order.

Y/N leaned to her left, getting closer to Matt so the attendant could hear her clearly.

"Hi, good evening! Can I have a cheeseburger with fries and a Diet Coke, please?" She spoke her order, waiting for the attendant to select it before starting Matt's. "And my husband will just have a big portion of nuggets and a Coke, please."

Y/N tried to capture Matt's reaction without letting on that she was expecting something, watching him surreptitiously from the corner of her eye, pressing her lips into a thin line when she saw him smile big, lowering his face to hide the red color that took over his cheeks.

His hand - which was still on the girl's thigh - squeezed the flesh lightly, and Y/N could swear his fingers were shaking.

After receiving confirmation from the attendant and paying for them, Matt rolled up the window and gently accelerated to get back in line.

When the car in front stopped again, he finally turned to Y/N, a huge smile on his face as his eyes glistened with tears.

"I'm your husband?" He asked, his voice coming out weak from the emotions he felt, his cheeks burning with redness while he felt his heart accelerating.

"Not yet, but one day you will be." Y/N said in a low voice, smiling equally big. She brought her left hand to Matt's right, caressing the soft skin, holding herself back from pulling him into a hug and peppering him with kisses.

"I love you so much. So, so much." He muttered, moving closer and sealing his lips over Y/N's, closing his eyes and letting a happy sigh scape through his nose, a smile still on his mouth.

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2.

Y/N placed her phone on the kitchen counter next to the stove so that the front camera was facing her and taking in as much information from the room as possible.

The girl was cutting some vegetables while preparing lunch for herself and the boys, wiping her hands on the dishrag before clicking on the screen, starting the recording.

"Baby!" She called from where she was, smiling quickly to the camera before lifting her chin slightly so that her voice echoed better. "Come here, I need a favor."

The sound of her and Matt's shared bedroom door opening sounded before light footsteps approached. Soon, the boy's image appeared behind Y/N as he walked closer to her.

"Hi honey. What do you need?" He spoke back, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist and resting his chin on Y/N's right shoulder, sealing the area with his lips softly before noticing the phone recording them. "What are you doing?" Matt asked, his brow furrowed as his eyes focused on the image of the two hugging each other that stared back at him.

"I'm just recording a recipe." She lied quickly, lightly biting her bottom lip to hold back her laughter. She really didn't know how to lie to him. "Baby, can you go to the market for me? I need tomatoes to make sauce." Y/N asked, releasing the knife she was holding in her right hand and bringing it to Matt's head still on her shoulder, stroking his hair lightly, receiving a happy sigh in response.

The boy let out a sound of agreement, nodding his head before lifting it up, kissing Y/N's shoulder and her cheek, squeezing her waist one last time before taking some steps back.

"That's it, baby?" He asked as he felt his pants pocket with his right hand, checking if he had his wallet and car keys.

Y/N agreed, picking up the knife again and going back to cutting the vegetables.

"Alright, if you remember anything else, just text me. I love you, bye." Matt asked, turning around and starting to walk towards the stairs.

"Okay, thanks!" Y/N thanked him, smiling small when she heard Matt's footsteps stop abruptly. She looked up at her phone slightly, seeing her boyfriend turn around with a confused expression.

"I love you, bye." He repeated, watching her closely.

"Bye, honey. Drive safe." She added, trying to hide her smile as she turned her attention back to the vegetables.

Matt approached her again, positioning himself behind her body and tilting his head to the side so he could see her profile, his blue eyes running over her features.

"I love you." He repeated it a third time, this time slowly, as if he were speaking to a child.

"Okay." Y/N persisted, keeping her eyes on the vegetables, taking deep breaths to keep from laughing.

"Did I do something?" Matt asked, his right hand lightly grabbing Y/N's right arm and making her release the knife, turning her body so that she was facing him. "I'm sorry." He asked, his eyes scanning his girlfriend's face as a weight took over his gaze; he felt guilty despite not knowing what he had done.

"What? No, you didn't do anything." The girl shook her head, intertwining their fingers and looking at him in false confusion.

"But... that's not how it works, baby. I say, "I love you", and you have to say "I love you" back." Matt insisted, his brow furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening. "Did something happen that I don't know about?"

A sound of laughter escaped Y/N's throat, she couldn't keep pretending when seeing the confusion in her boyfriend's eyes, her heart warmed with the way he was trying to apologize and fix something he didn't do and that, in fact, didn't even exist. Matt remained watching her, feeling even more lost than before.

"I'm sorry, It's just a prank, baby. It's for a TikTok." The girl explained, pointing to her phone that was still recording them.

Matt rolled his eyes, sighing in relief before a smile took over his face.

"You're still going to give me a heart attack." He muttered, shaking his head. "Let's do it again then. I love you, bye." Matt repeated, still holding his girlfriend, who laughed lightly at his reactions.

"I love you more, my love." She finally responded, reaching forward and quickly sealing their lips. "Now go buy my tomatoes."

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3.

Y/N held her phone with her right hand, the screen showing the TikTok camera open, with the audio already selected, just waiting to be started.

She was standing in front of the closet doors in her shared room with Matt. The lights were low, forming a comfortable atmosphere.

Her left hand held her favorite red lipstick from Kylie Cosmetics, with the lid off and the contents showing.

Her right thumb clicked the red button to start recording, the audio echoing through the four walls.

"Stay with me"

She applied one more layer of lipstick to her bottom lip, smudging it a little on purpose.

A masculine hand - Matt's - appeared in the camera view, cupping Y/N's chin firmly and wiping away the smudged lipstick with his thumb gently, pulling her face up so she was looking at him.

"I don't want you to leave..."

Y/N turned her phone slightly so the camera caught the two of them, Matt appearing at her side with his face and neck smeared with lipstick marks.

His face was facing hers, his blue eyes traveling from her eyes to her painted lips, a smirk appearing on his cheeks.

Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes, feeling her face take on a red color due to the intensity of his gaze, smiling shyly.

Matt pulling her face for a kiss was the last image captured on camera, before the TikTok ended.

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4.

"Baby?" Y/N called out loud, her eyes briefly flicking to her phone, which had the TikTok camera open, already recording herself.

She was sitting on the couch in the living room, the television on in the background as her favorite series played.

"Yes, baby?" Matt responded from their bedroom, leaving the room seconds later and approaching the living room, stopping near the couch as he looked at his girlfriend, waiting.

"Do we have orange?" She asked, turning her face towards him, smiling small when she saw a confused expression appear in his eyes.

"The fruit? Hm, I guess so. We bought it last time we went to the market." Matt replied, resting his hand on the back of the couch, leaning his hips on the armrest.

"I really feel like eating an orange right now." Y/N continued, closely watching her boyfriend's reaction.

"Oh, I'll get you one, hold on." Matt responded quickly, turning around and walking over to the fridge, opening the door and reaching for the fruit from the fruit and vegetable drawer.

Y/N looked at her phone camera wide-eyed, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled big, a reddish hue taking over her cheeks.

Just under two minutes later, Matt returned with a small bowl in hand, and Y/N quickly recognized it as her favorite bowl that had bee designs on it.

"Here, my love." He handed her the ceramic. Y/N took it and looked inside, seeing her orange not only peeled but cut so that she could eat it slowly and without getting her hands dirty.

Y/N pouted as her eyes filled with tears.

"Thank you." Her voice was broken due to the amount of love she felt at that moment, looking up at her boyfriend.

"What is it?" Matt asked worriedly, sitting down next to her and pulling her close, laying her head on his right shoulder as he brought his head closer to hers, sealing his lips on her hair and exhaling lightly, smelling the soft smell of shampoo. "Why are you crying, baby?"

"I just love you so much."

"I love you more, silly."

taglist:

@lustfulslxt @ladybunny44 @worldlxvlys @earth2starkey @remussbitch @freshloveforthefit @il0vebeingdelulu

(If you want to be added to the taglist, go to this post)

[nvuy]

your writing style is a dream of mine, and the pacing & humor in your fics are some of the many reasons i decided to follow you !

i'm trying to write fanfics myself & potentially even run a writing blog! could you share a few writing tips?

you are so cute.

i’ll let you in on a secret: i started actually publishing my fics in 2020, but i since abandoned them because they’re embarrassing. however, here’s one as a starting point. i look back at it and cringe A LOT, but it was my foot in the door, and 15 year old me was very proud of it, so i didn’t want to straight up delete it.

i didn’t start out on tumblr because i get nervous being forced to interact with people because im a pretty abrupt person and i talk about the things that i like too much and im aware that can scare people away. it was about halfway thru writing old habits before i actually posted something. that was this and i posted it because i knew what little audience i had knew ME because i wrote a scaramouche fic. so. scaramouche content.

and because of the tumblr tagging system, people saw it, they liked it, and some people wanted more.

i then interacted with other writers slowly even though i was scared and frankly still am. you dont have to go around asking to be moots or spamming hearts left and right and putting their dicks in ur mouth, but being nice and having a scope around on what other people do on here helped me develop this ugly little blog i have.

i got really into hsr so i write a lot of hsr. i get a lot of people that ask if i could write more genshin impact, and i could, but at the end of the day, it’s my blog, and if i dont want to, i dont have to. i lost interest, so i dont really have to care about it, nor pay it any mind. do i still write it? sure! rarely, but i do. i don’t play wuwa anymore, but im down to write a piece or two if i get an idea, etc etc.

another thing is: don’t write in the hopes that you’ll post it on tumblr. same way i don’t think artists should draw just for the sake of posting. i have so much shit laying on various docs that won’t even be shown on this site, because it doesn’t need to be here. not because it’s bad, or it’s weird, but because i don’t have to post it, because it’s my blog.

the thing is you just be yourself and write whatever the fuck you want. i write horror & weird shit; my audience is probably well aware of that by now, and im not really worried to post anything super weird because its sort of what’s expected of me.

i know horror and romantic cannibalism connotations and yanderes and unsubtle sexy threats is not everyone’s thing, and that’s ok! they don’t have to like what i put out, and i don’t worry about it, because people who like your shit will interact, and people who don’t will not. and people that don’t like ur shit and still interact are losers. hit the block button & move on.

someone is always bound to like your works.

i guess the ‘funny’ comes from the fact that i try to write dialogue how real people would speak. in fictional context, someone like kaedehara kazuha could wax poetry for three hours without stuttering in game, but realistically, nobody can probably do that without pauses, stammers, messing up words, etc. so i try to incorporate a sense of realism into everything, even if it’s a fanfiction in a world where a small boy in white tights is a god and everyone gets tiny little orbs that give them magical elemental powers.

i remember that even though these characters are fictional, i write them as though they could potentially be real people that do things real people do: fidget, stutter, blush, try and be funny and fail, they have problems large or small, etc. you have to mould your personality and writing style to make these characters alive on what you put out—childe seems like a great husband on paper, but is he all that good when he has unchecked mental health problems and has violent outbursts and desires? think about it.

another thing: don’t doubt your skill and prowess, especially in comparing yourself to posts with like 10000+ notes. most of them are note farming bullshit anyway—and a lot of the reader community is more likely to click on porn fics than normal fics. its why the popular posts on the x reader tags are usually porn. it’s half the reason why confiteor is infinitely more popular that old habits when im pretty sure scaramouche is a bigger character on the popularity charts.

strictly nsfw blogs that people make i can guarantee you are a lot more popular than their main blogs.

which brings me to: dont hop on trends. don’t do it. youll burn yourself out. just write what you want. fuck everyone. do whatever the fuck you want. if porn is popular but you’re extremely sex-repulsed or not comfortable, don’t write it. dont write to please people; it’s your blog and your time you’re putting into to do what YOU like, and you’re sharing your work for FREE on a public platform. a lot of people can’t do that. there’s people that follow my blog that openly admit they don’t like yandere/horror/whatever content. am i going to change what i post because of these people? no. not my problem. don’t care. i don’t exist to please everyone, and neither do you. stick to what you like.

don’t write for fandoms you don’t give a shit about just because they’re popular. even if what you like has a small, non-existent fan base, i promise you’ll enjoy writing for that more than something that you’re creating for clicks. notes are nice, but again, you don’t have to post everything you create. half the joy in writing is rediscovering old shit you don’t remember writing for a fandom you actually like. it’s like a reward.

[choke-me-joey]

since it hasn't been taken off the list yet.. can i request 28 with JQ? 🫣

(your writing is immaculate my horny ass can't wait to make its way thru the entire list)

I hope you like this bby 😘 I combined it with another prompt especially for you cos you're like, the best.

28. I want to watch you/I want you to watch me.

Bonus prompt:

26. Keep those eyes on me, beautiful.

Joseph Quinn x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, rpf (don't like don't read), reader is a teasing brat and Joe has had enough of her shit, masturbation, pussy shots (is that a thing?????), oral (f receiving), cum eating, idk it's just filthy okay???

Hoevember/Dickcember masterlist

This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all.

You'd planned it so perfectly. You were going to get Joe so riled up that he'd have no choice but to take you home, throw you down on that new rug and fuck the ever loving shit out of you in the living room aka the only room left in the new house that you hadn't shagged in yet.

Your plan was foolproof; low cut dress, pushup bra, his favourite perfume that you wear, mixed with alcohol, subtle glides of your hands over his crotch under the table at the bar, pressing your body up against his, the grinding on the dance floor...it was textbook on how to turn Joe on. And you thought it had worked when he'd grabbed your waist on the dance floor and pulled you into him, growling in your ear to get your coat and say your goodbyes to everyone.

Which led to deep, open mouthed and panting kisses in the (private) back of a taxi back to your newly purchased home, Joe's hands trailing up and squeezing your bum as you unlocked the door and let him practically shove you through it, pinning you up against the wall in the hallway, hiking up your dress and grinding his jean covered cock against your flimsy underwear.

"Fuck me, Joe," you begged, trying to move your legs and tug him towards the living room.

"Upstairs," Joe grunted back against your mouth, and you pouted. "Up. Stairs."

Ooh, that tone.

You did as you were told, giggling as Joe swatted at your bum as you both sprinted up the stairs and into your bedroom.

"On the bed. Naked." Joe instructed you and you obeyed, pulling off your dress, shoes and underwear and lying in the centre of your, frankly ridiculously massive bed (a splurge for the new house). Joe slowly unbuttons his shirt, shucking it off. He then reaches for the button of his jeans. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you watch him, the obvious bulge in his jeans making your mouth water. "You wanna suck my cock?"

You nod, eagerly climbing towards him. "Ah, ah. Back where you were. Don't think you just got away with all that shit you were doing at the bar, baby. I know exactly what you were up to."

"I wasn't-"

"Yes, you were, you fucking brat." Joe growls, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down. His black boxers do little to hide how hard he is now and your eyes flick to it again. "I was trying to speak to my friends, and all you wanted was for me to bring you home and fuck you. You're such a whore for my cock that you don't care about anything else."

"I'm sorry, Joey, just wanted you so bad," you pout again, giving him the face you know he can't refuse.

"Don't look at me like that. It's time for you to learn you can't always get what you want from me-" Joe pushes down his boxers and kicks them off, spitting into his hand before stroking his cock slowly. "Tonight I'm getting what I want. I want you to watch me."

"Joey, please!" You whine, desperate to touch him, to taste him.

"Don't make me cuff you." He warns. "You're gonna watch me, and don't you dare touch yourself. If you're good, maybe I'll eat that pretty pussy afterwards, okay?"

You nod, knowing he meant business. "Good girl. Keep those eyes on me, beautiful. Wanna show you what I do when you're not around to help me out."

"Please," you whisper, your thighs squeezing together. You'd always told Joe that you'd wished you were there to watch him jerk off whenever he would call you on FaceTime from his lonely hotel room, all hard, leaking and desperate to cum.

Joe groans as he strokes himself, slowly, twisting his wrist at the top like you do when you wank him. His thumb swipes at the precum gathered at his mushroom tip, using it to lube himself up. "Open your legs, baby."

You do so, allowing your legs to fall open so he can see your slick pussy practically shining in the dim light of your bedroom. His cock twitches noticeably in his hand. "Fuck, you always get so wet for me, love."

"Always, Joey," you nod, your hands twitching by your sides desperate to touch yourself or him, but you knew he'd follow through with his threat of cuffs.

"I know baby, cos you're my good little slut, aren't you?" Joe growls, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he fists his cock.

You nod again, whimpering as you squeeze your thighs together again to ease the ache. Joe frowns, clambering on to the bed and kneeling between your legs, forcing them open. He pouts his lips and allows a glob of spit to fall from his mouth onto your awaiting cunt, making you moan out his name. "Aw, poor little thing, you want my cock?" Joe teases, leaning forward and sliding his cock through your pussy lips, lubing his dick up with your arousal and his spit. He breathes out "fuck", all gravelly and raw and you shudder, hole clenching around nothing. "Too bad. I told you, you're not getting what you want."

He pulls away and starts to fist his cock faster, holding your legs open with his free hand, his eyes going from your dripping cunt to your face, and back down. "Hold your legs back for me."

You do as you're told, holding your legs up so he can really get a view of your pussy and ass. Joe groans loudly. He's getting close, his breath coming out in harsh pants and his hand working his cock at lightening speed. His hips even start to move of their own accord, fucking into his hand. "Shit, you're so fucking....hnng fuck, I'm gonna cum-!"

You moan with him as you feel his cum landing on your pussy, dripping down to your asshole. Joe swipes his cock through your folds again, mixing his cum with your slick.

You cry out as he suddenly drops down, and eats your pussy like a man starved, swiping his tongue through your collective messes and groaning loudly against you at the taste of both of you combined on his own tongue. You let go of your legs, your hand flying to his curls and giving them a harsh tug. In response he shoves two thick fingers into you, immediately curling them to stroke your g-spot.

When he looks up at you from between your legs, those beautiful brown eyes big and lust-blown, that gorgeous mouth ravaging your pussy and his thick, perfect fingers hitting you just right, it's game over. You cum, long and hard, your release soaking Joe's mouth and chin. You scream his name as your body shakes, thighs clamping down on either side of his head to keep him there. He doesn't stop, keeping the same pace and rhythm until you're squealing and pushing him away.

"Joey," you whine, your body trembling. He chuckles, gently removing his fingers from you. You grab his wrist and shove his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them off and revelling in your own taste, all the while keeping your eyes fixed on his. You release his fingers with a soft 'pop' and pull him into a kiss, moving his body on top of yours. "You know you owe me a shag on the rug, right?"

Joe laughs. "I was getting to that. Round 2?"

You angle your hips up and your pussy swallows the tip of his cock, hard and raring to go once more. He sighs blissfully and you shoot him a wicked grin, before expertly rolling the two of you so you were on top.

"Now, I want you to watch me."

[bandofchimeras]

okay this is a long shot but wondering if anyone can help me, a brain dramaged autistic person, work backwards on how to change this dynamic (as in be willing to talk me thru this)

so posting ANYTHING on facebook fills me with horrific anxiety. i don't know where it comes from or who exactly i am afraid of. suspect its that there are too many different kinds of ppl from different parts of my life on there. i once tried sorting them out into audiences who would be comfy with specific topics and themes but its a messy system & didn't work for long. so there are people who i've had added for a long time, that i worry about how they'll interpret what i say (like because of autism, i make faux pas a lot and people get hostile and misinterpret) but i don't exactly want to un-add them, which signifies end of friendship. or like we don't get to see eachother's lives. I also have a few family members left on there which leads me to selfi -censor sexual posts which all the lefty shitposters share openly. i'm probably overthinking this but i get very little engagement on fb despite having a lot of friends on there and that makes posting feel even worse (like people are seeing it and not commenting/reacting) and i see plenty of other folks with large, robust, supportive followings of friends and family. so my brain goes into overdrive like how do they manage that. i guess they don't give a fuck? or what? i understand i can't control if people like me or engage with my content. and that i could just stop posting

but facebook historically has been where i post fundraisers and when i need help. i'm slowly building irl support system but i wonder if there's any way to salvage this. i don't like who i am on there it throws me into mega mega anxiety mode and i overexplain and feel bound to my past selves. but if i stop posting entirely when i do have something important to share the algorithm will kill it dead. like...maybe starting a page would help instead of having everything associated with my personal account? i still don't know what to do with my FB. it is a log of my entire life since i was 13. exes, pre transition pics, people leftover from toxic leftbook days. just everything is on there. i don't want to delete it. i don't want it accessible to everyone. i honestly wish i had stayed on livejournal or something. fb became where i performed myself. i don't talk with a lot of people via DM bc again, anxiety about approaching people. it feels like going up to a dude in the mall, who you have known for years bc he sits at the mall playing songs and yelling about his life. but if you go up to him will he even know who the fuck you are? I think some of the anxiety is related to being plural. some of it is parasocial relationships. idk. i just hate that it exists and i still feel bound to it. and want to talk to someone about it who has a similar relationship with social media...

[softestbabydoll]

˗ˏˋ " KISS ME THRU THE PHONE ! " ˎˊ˗

୨୧ pairings — bf!nanami x f!reader

୨୧ synopsis — you've never reach an orgasm on your own, desperate for some sort of release you call your boyfriend up to teach you.

୨୧ content warning — (editing and i realized i left the content warning BLANKKK? anyways....) mutual masturbation, masturbation, sex toys, praise, body fluids, established relationship, no penetration, edging, female anatomy, smut

୨୧ author's note — i havent written smut in a long time, sorry if i'm a little rusty bc my brain is so fried HELP. i miss writing after getting my old blog deleted so i hope u enjoy <3 (kinda rushed but wtv)

You've never reached an orgasm on your own.

Pathetic, right?

At least you couldn't cum so hard that you saw starts without the help of your boyfriend.

Nanami was the one who helped you finish the quickest, he knew just when to speed up and slow down his thrust, how to rub your clit in a way that made your toes curl.

His touch was always so spellbinding, making you convulse and throb after he fingered you silly until you were squirting those sweet juicies all over his hand.

Nanami's a successful businessman man managing his own company. He stayed occupied with work most of the time, leaving you alone in your huge, yet lonely home.

He would FaceTime you and talk to you all night, staying on the phone until he made sure you were safe and tell asleep soundly that same night.

As much as you appreciated speaking to him over the phone when you couldn't in person, it wasn't nearly enough to scratch the surface of just what you needed.

Whenever Nanami wasn't around, you'd try to touch yourself in the way he did, slowly massaging your soft folds and fingering yourself in the same slow, sensual way he would.

Instead of his thick, long fingers curling up inside of you and hitting spots that made your eyes cross, you just made yourself uncomfortable and it was too hard to get yourself to feel as good as how Nanami made you feel.

And those shitty excuses for dildos weren't doing you justice either.

Sexually frustrated and needing a fix as soon as possible, you decided to FaceTime Nanami, in pursuit of him teaching you how to please yourself just as good as he does.

He was definitely busy, but he always had time for his girl.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at the black screen reflecting your furrowed brows as you bit your bottom lip and bounced your leg in thought of how exactly you'd ask your boyfriend for this request.

You punch in the password to your phone and unlock it, swiping through your home screen and clicking on the green FaceTime app icon.

Your finger hovered above Nanami's contact, you chewed the inside of your cheek as you just pressed his name. Listening to the sound of the ringtone waiting for him to pick up echo throughout the living room.

He finally picks up after what seems like days. "Hey, baby."

"H-hey, sorry for bothering you, are you busy right now?." You asked, looking at yourself in the corner of the screen then back at Nanami.

"I'm free for now, just got out of a meeting and waiting for the next." Nanami said, running his fingers through his blond hair as he threw his head back gently. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, i-i'm fine. It's just...l wanted to ask you something..."

"What is it, darling?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, moving your phone upward so he couldn't see the dread casting over your features right now.

Nanami was your boyfriend, he has seen every part of you.

Tasted, every part of you.

"I want you to teach me how to cum."

You wanted to punch yourself, feeling your head get a little dizzy from the sheer embarrassment you were feeling right now.

Nanami lightly chuckled on the other end, smiling hard as his eyes crinkled. He was genuinely tickled by your response as the pale skin on his face grew red.

Huffing, you sank into the couch. "Stop laughing!"

"I'm sorry, I was just taken aback by your response." Nanami keeps laughing at you, you couldn't believe how hysterical he could be from this.

You rolled your eyes at him, watching him smile ear to ear and drag his hand across his face. He got himself together and stared back at you, eyes darting all around your face but constantly coming back to your eyes and lips.

"Listen, go to the bedroom."

You followed his orders and got up from the couch and walked upstairs to the bedroom, closing the door behind you before walked over to the bed and sat on it.

Nanami started walking from his office into another room, closing the door and you could hear a lock turning as he propped his phone up and sat in a chair.

He manspreaded and his phone gave you the perfect perspective of his crotch, chest, and face all in the same frame.

"Baby, you want me to teach you how to please yourself?"

You nodded your head, curling your lips into your mouth.

"Alright." He chuckled, "prop your phone up in front of you."

You got up and placed your phone against the bedframe, allowing you to film yourself hands free.

Crawling towards the middle of the bed, you sat with your legs open. Your phone positioned in a way that let Nanami see everything but your feet.

"You're wearing those shorts I love, y/n."

You wore tight grey shorts that barely covered your ass, leg spread out for the camera and he could see the pink lace panties you were wearing underneath.

Nanami sighed a little as he adjusted himself in his seat, the bulge in his pants already swollen and straining against his beige dress pants.

Noticing his gaze lower onto the rest of your body, you caught Nanami staring at your puffy nipples through the fabric of your tank top.

You slowly brought your hands up to your chest and massaged your breast, rolling your nipples between two of your fingers.

"Teasing me huh?" Nanami darkly chuckled, "naughty girl."

You pulled your tank top over your head, showing Nanami your bare chest as you leaned back a little so he could see.

"Take your shorts off."

Blushing, you slipped your thumbs underneath the band of your shorts and pulled them off.

"Perfect fucking body..." you heard him speak as his breathing became more rough.

Nanami started palming the bulge in his pants as he watched you slowly undressing yourself, you sat back down in front of the camera with your legs spread open so he could see the outline of your cunt through the fabric of your panties.

"Take your panties off and spread it."

Under his spell, you pulled your panties down around your ankles and kicked them off onto the floor, spreading your cunt so he could see the inside.

"Good girl," Nanami purred. "Now, play with yourself."

You paused, the whole reason you called Nanami was for him to teach you how to play with yourself, but you soon realized you were too shy for this.

Your fleshy, pretty slit on display for him with your tits in the frame of the camera made his aroused dick stiffen up some more through his pants.

"Can you tell me how, I-I wanna feel as good as you make me do." You whimpered, bucking your hips a little against the sheets.

Nanami leaned in slightly, holding his stiff cock with his left hand as he moved the camera towards him. "Well, I'd start by touching your clit." He licked his lips and ticked his jaw. "Touch your clit for me."

You blushed at his request, it was embarrassing for you to show how desperate you were for his touch whenever he wasn't around.

You started rubbing circles around your clit, curling your bottom lip as you looked down at your hand then at Nanami, who was staring at your cunt and palming his own dick through his pants.

"God, I wish you were here right now." Nanami groaned as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

You bucked your hips a little, trying to find more friction against your fingers. It was very easy for you to get overstimulated with your fingers and Nanami knew that, but he wanted to push you past your limits.

"Where's your toy, baby?"

The toy in question being a pink vibrator you kept beneath your pillow, the one Nanami hit his head against when he tried to lay his head on your pillow.

Nanami started to stroke his own dick as he watched you play with yourself, all of your moans and the faces you made while you touched your clit while he watched drove him crazy.

You stopped touching yourself and grabbed your vibrator, turning it on and the light buzzing noise resounded the room. "Put it on the highest setting." Nanami said.

He spat on his hand and rubbed the shaft of his huge cock with his right hand.

Sighing and a little intimidated by the thought of using your vibrator at the highest setting, you gave in and pushed the button up until the vibrator spun faster.

You lowered the tip of the vibrator onto your clit and gasped, lying down on the bed with your cunt pointed at the screen so Nanami could see your wet slit up close.

You heard Nanami groaning louder with wet noises mixing with his voice, he kept jerking off as he watched you playing with yourself and struggling to hold back for much longer.

Your thighs trembled and you squeezed them shut around the vibrator, pressing it into your clit as you moaned and whimpered a bit louder.

You felt the heat pooling in your stomach as you felt an orgasm building up, "stop". Nanami commanded and you turned the vibrator off. Your chest rising and falling, upset that you couldn't cum.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you sat up and looked at Nanami, he was still jerking off and he smirked at you. He could still make himself feel good, but you were at his mercy when it came to your own pleasure.

"Please, let me cum baby." You whined to him, your clit still throbbing and red from the vibrator.

"I will, doll. Be patient." Nanami said, slowly stroking himself.

"Finger yourself."

You pushed two of your fingers into your cunt, clenching around yourself as you started pumping one of your fingers in and out of your wet hole

You knew how to finger yourself, it's just that Nanami has never asked you to fuck yourself in front of him, on camera.

Dragging your finger up and down the inside of your folds, you pushed your finger inside of you and dragged it back up to your clit. You couldn't help but to moan and whimper as your finger met the bundle of nerves throbbing for attention.

Nanami watched you as he kept stroking his shaft, rubbing the tip of his dick with his thumb as he bit his bottom lip and kept his eyes locked on your fingers playing with his pussy.

Pushing another finger into yourself, you fingered yourself faster and faster. Your toes curled as you whimpered and moaned as you squirted all over the screen.

"Atta girl." Nanami groaned as he stroked himself faster, biting his lip and throwing his head back.

Nanami's voice cracked as he slowly stroked himself, his dick squirted ropes of cum all over his hand.

The two of you, exhausted after reaching your climax stared at each other from the screen. Smiling and wiping the sweat from your forehead, you brought your two fingers up to your lips and sucked your juices off of them.

Nanami scoffed and ran his tongue across the bottom of his teeth, brining his hand up to his mouth and licking his own cum off of his hand.

"You're disgusting." You told him, getting on your knees and arching your back.

"Says you," Nanami replied, grabbing his phone and bringing it up to his face. "Gimmie kiss."

You leaned into your camera and kissed it, mocking smooching noises as Nanami did the same.

[golbrocklovely]

Hai, I'm newish to the Sam and Colby fandom, I've been slowly working my way through their videos (from new videos too old, since I started with a lot of their newer stuff and I have to say I do kinda prefer the newer stuff to the old stuff in terms of the spooky stuff at least, sorry if you are a fan of the older stuff) Anyway I've seen Colby and others saying the Origin is not that great. Can you tell me if it's worth watching it? And if it's not do you know if there is a summary of it written anywhere?

i personally would have started with oldest to newest, just so you could see the evolution but i get why you started from new to old.

and the older content, in particular the stuff they did with jake and corey…. yeah, i don't miss it lol

the origin, personally, wasn't all that bad of a series. i think the only reason colby didn't like it is bc nothing major happened in it. so if you wanna skip it for that reason you're fine to do so. but i liked it. jake and corey take a back burner for a moment and nate comes in and that's always fun to see.

also don't feel like you have to force yourself to watch all of their old content. it's a not a tv show where if you skip a season things don't make sense lol so if you start watching something and it's boring you, don't feel like you have to sit thru it.

[cryptidize]

I think the most frustrating part of finding freeware and open-source projects is wading thru the hundreds of thousands of search results on ANY site I use that are all garbage and corporations.

Not only that but social media (like tumblr and twitter) are also ruined with these types of "content posts" flaunting an AI or useless github link. I can't search common spaces or communities for the shit I need. The internet is slowly becoming unusable for the average user, and the speed at which it's ramping up scares me. Using things like webrings and neocities will truly be the last bastion against corporate consumption.

Anyways.

My ask box is open for any freeware/software recommendations that fall under my Internet Guide masterpost.

Try to keep a limit on the "fun stuff" recommendations but I don't mind seeing them even if I don't add them. And yes, I'm working on adding Flashpoint, OBS, OpenToonz, and more of the big open source stuff on there in the next update. It's just suuuuper hard to collect them all and organize them in a way that doesn't Suck in the blog format

The freeware tag on this site is disgusting, where is the FREE WARES?!??!?!?!

[missvelvetsstuff]

Miss Velvet

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 10

Warnings: swearing, a little angst

On the drive home Velvet was silent. Still groggy from being drugged, trying to work thru everything that's happened. Bucky held her hand, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb working up the nerve to kiss it.

Indy greeted them at the door, noticing Velvet's state he refused to leave her side until Bucky helped her get comfortable with a brownie and a fuzzy blanket over her bed, which Indy made himself comfortable on.

Bucky sat on the side of the bed and tucked Velvet in, giving her a kiss on her forehead "Get some rest, love. You'll feel better when you've slept the chlorophyll out of your system. I'll come get you in the morning-"

"No, Bucky please stay. I don't want to be alone"

"If you're sure you want me to stay then I'll go sleep on the couch"

"NO, please stay with me" Velvet pleaded

Bucky looked into Velvet's eyes and saw the tear running down her cheek and groaned "You're not playing fair, I can't say no to you."

Velvet almost grinned "Well that's a healthy start to any relationship"

Bucky kissed her gently on the lips "Is that what we're doing now?" He teased

Velvet's expression changed to fear and more tears fell "I thought that's what you wanted"

Bucky kissed her again, a little more forcefully and tried to sooth her "hey, you're ok. We're ok. It's definitely what I want if you still want me."

Velvet choked, "Even after all this drama? After seeing those pictures? I wasn't kidding when I told you I'm broken. I belong with someone like Roger who is already too low for my past to hurt him. Tony and Steve and even Fury might be able to look past it but Gen Ross won't. It took so much to convince him to start my program and while I told all of them about my past, those pics are much more graphic than anything I brought up. Ross will think I was hiding it and try to find a way to end my contract. And Matt's father is a senator, they will try to bury me."

Velvet started to hyperventilate and Bucky could feel her heart racing

"No, we wont let that happen. You're ok, you're safe. I won't let anything happen to you. Now, I need you to breathe with me, slowly in and out. Look at me. I'm here, Indy is here -" hearing his name, Indy crawled up to Velvet's side and started licking her face and Bucky laughed. Velvet shook her head and laughed a little.

Bucky put his hand under her chin and brought her face up to look in her eyes "I'm not going anywhere and the team won't let Ross or Landers  fuck with you. We're your family and will protect you always"

Velvet noticeably relaxed, her breathing slowing back to normal. "I'm such a mess"

Bucky pulled her close, kissed the top of her head and held her "Welcome to the club. I'll help you any way I can. Just tell me what you need."

Breathing him in deeply, Velvet snuggled into his chest "This is what I need. Just you holding me"

Bucky grinned "Your wish is my command, Love." He stripped down to his t-shirt and boxer briefs, then climbed under the covers with her, pulling her close to him.

Bucky tried to memorize everything about the moment. Velvet, warm and soft smelling like vanilla, her back spooned up against his front, her breathing and heart rate slowing. Bucky never expected to find someone like her or anything like what he was feeling right now. So peaceful and content. Until she started wiggling to get comfortable and his body started to respond.

Bucky groaned softly "You're killing me, Doll." and tried to think about anything else until his body relaxed and he dozed off.

It was still dark when Bucky was woken up by Velvet's raised voice "No, Roger, stop. Please!"

She sat up suddenly, panting and Bucky rubbed her arm gently. "It's alright, it was just a dream. You're safe and he can't hurt you anymore."

Velvet started sobbing "That's what I thought when we moved here and after the snap but he always finds me."

Bucky rubbed her back "this is the last time, I won't let him near you again. I promise."

She calmed down and finally fell back asleep.

It was 5am and Bucky couldn't fall back to sleep. He carefully climbed out of the bed, covered her up and took Indy outside to take care of morning chores. Velvets assistant Bobby was already there so they were able to get everything done quickly.

Velvet was still sleeping when he went back inside so he went to start breakfast.

Velvet woke up with a start, her heart racing until she was able to look around and see she was home. Then the memories of last nite came back and she looked around for Bucky just in time to see him bring her breakfast in bed.

"I made eggs and toast, brought your green butter for you, wasn't sure how much to use."

Velvet smiled "You didn't have to do all this"

"No but I wanted to. I get to spoil my girl so just enjoy it."

Velvet looked down with a small 'your girl?"

"If you'll have me"

"I guess I should give you a chance after everything."

Buckys smile took her breath away, he was so beautiful. Velvet kissed him over her plate, memorizing the feel of his lips on hers, soft and gentle.

Bucky pulled back after a moment "One thing at a time love. You need to eat. Unfortunately we have to go back to the compound for a meeting with Ross and Landers. You need your strength but don't worry, I'll be with you every step."

After breakfast and shower Velvet was feeling more like herself. Bucky held her hand on the drive to the compound and helped her keep calm.

Tony greeted them at the door "How are you today, Velvet? Did you get some sleep"

Velvet smiled, "Some. Enough to deal with this drama'

"Good, Ross and the senator are in the conference room. They tried to push for meeting with you alone but I won't have it. As far as I'm concerned you are part of the team and this involves all of us. We have your back."

They walked into the conference room and in addition to the general and the senator the entire team was there. Bucky squeezed her hand and they sat between Tony and Steve.

The senator spoke up "I think we need to do something about this security breach, completely unacceptable that this woman with her very questionable past is in a position to gain classified info regarding our defenses. Not to mention how she used and manipulated my son-"

The room broke out with everyone talking, some yelling, at once.

Steve stood up and in his best captain voice hollared, 'Enough!'

When everyone quieted Steve spoke up "Senator, with all due respect we have a serious disagreement with your assessment. Your son tried to force himself on her in an attempt to help get revenge for former agent Janell Marshall because Velvet wouldn't let her ride her horse."

The senator scoffs. "Lies! My son wouldn't do such a thing, this woman lead him on-"

Tony grinned "Wanna see the video? Its very clear who's forcing who and who doesn't want it. Not to mention he also helped steal some of my tech so that he could get his partners into the compound undetected. I was able to find video of that too."

Ross has been strangely quiet and finally speaks up "I'm more concerned with this breach, Miss y/l/n didn't disclose everything from her past and that's a breach of her federal contract. I've been given the authority to end that contract if I deem it necessary."

Velvet finally speaks up "I told you all about my past, my addiction and that I did some awful things to feed it, just not the details of some of those actions."

Ross looks straight at her "The contract you signed states you must disclose everything"

Bucky is seething, trying to keep it under control so he doesn't make things worse "The things she did only hurt herself, she never stole or hurt anyone else and has been clean for years. She helps people for gods sake. Most of the Avengers have much worse in our ledger."

Ross nods "I appreciate your input Sergeant Barnes but she is still a liability. I'm sure she's not the only horse person that can do her job"

Everyone starts yelling again. Tony smacks the table and stands up, angry and everyone shuts up "Here's the deal, she stays. Period. Or I'll use my escape clause and kick SHIELD and SWORD off of MY compound and you can find somewhere else to train and house them. The senators son shouldn't have been able to come back after what he did but someone reinstated his access, General Ross, and that's a breach of my contract. Matt and Janell are out and I will be pursuing any and all legal action available. Roger was kind enough to confess so between that, the eyewitnesses and the video I have, it seems they are cooked"

Bucky squeezes Velvets hand and whispers in her ear "I told you we have your back" She smiles at him.

Tony grins "So, what's it gonna be?"

Ross grumbles 'One of these days you won't hold all the cards, Stark"

Tony laughs "doubtful, I always come prepared"

The senator tries to defend his son "Matt is a good man and has never done anything like this before. I won't allow you to damage his career on the words of a drug addicted whore"

Velvet's face is blank, Bucky's hand on hers is the only thing keeping her there mentally as her worst nightmare plays out in front of her.

Natasha finally speaks up with a big grin on her face "I wouldn't be so sure about that senator. I've spoken to a few of his co-workers and he's harassed and/or assaulted half the women that work here but someone keeps covering it up. I even found some from West Point and his high school. Your dear son is a serial rapist since puberty. He never should have made it into West Point much less SWORD or cleared for the Avengers compound. I would suggest you walk away quietly before I start in on the people helping cover it all up. I don't think you want me to pull on that thread. It's all on this thumb drive." She sits down, crosses her arms and looks like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

Velvet speaks up "Tony, Nat, Steve. I don't know what to say. I love you all for standing up for me but I never meant to cause all this drama. Maybe it would be better if I went back to Serenity. I'm not worth all this." She stands and tries to pull away from Bucky but he isn't having any of it and pulls her into his lap

"Please y/n don't talk like that. You're worth all this and more. None of this is your fault. You made mistakes, got caught up with some bad people who took advantage of you. You've done so much for us for me"

A chorus of yeahs backs him up with one emphatic "Fuck yeah!" from Peter.

When everyone silently looks at him he asks "What?" The team erupts in laughter.

"Stark" Ross says but Tony puts his hand up "Sorry, the discussion portion of this meeting is over. Its time for the celebration portion where we eat and drink because Miss Velvet isn't going anywhere."

Everyone cheers and stands up to leave but Bucky won't let Velvet up off of his lap "I kinda like keeping you close" he smirks, letting his left arm drift down from her waist to grab her ass.

"James!" Velvet scolds Bucky's grin widens

"I like hearing my name from your lips but can you say it all soft and breathy?"

Velvet felt her ears turning red. She lowered her voice and spoke softly in his ear "you mean, like this? James."

Bucky blushes and feels blood rushing to other places. He quickly stands picking Velvet up with him "On that note, I need a moment with my girl"

Velvet giggles "your girl? I think the idea is growing on me, Barnes."

Bucky looks offended "Just a minute ago I was James all soft and sexy and now it's back to Barnes? What the hell?"

Velvet laughs and Bucky almost swoons, he loves that sound "just keeping you on your toes"

Bucky shakes his head "You are trouble"

"I tried to tell you. Hope you can keep up"

"That's enough outta you young lady" Bucky says as he moves to kiss her.

Chapter 11

[abbacchiosbelt]

crawls out of the woodwork to say thank you so much for all your writing… I meandered in because I found you very excellent chubby reader/la squadra but have been dying as I slowly work my way thru your directory page for all your hcs for them. thank you for all this good food 🙏

ahh thank you so much! ❤️ glad you're enjoying going through all my older stuff!! i'm always glad to see people reading it. and in case y'all didn't know, i have like 300k+ words of content to go through, mostly from 2019 when i was super active 🌝

[ahkaahshi]

Dear Fran, I have come with my option a request. I hope you will accept with an open heart 😃 hear me out ok #4 ♥️ scenario with Atsumu + Osamu, I'm their lil sister rooming with them (IS THIS ALLOWED, IF NOT IT'S OK, I just want to be called Wan-chan and call them Tsumu and Samu nii-chan 🥺) anyway it's a weekend night so,, COCKTAIL PARTY IN THE LIVING ROOM!! So as we're chilling and getting drunker by the minute on drinks mixed by ourselves for each other, I started rambling about [1/2]

prompt: ♥︎ #4 -> make your own fluffy friendship scenario

roomies: the miya twins + ushijima wakatoshi as the non-roomie love interest

genre: fluff, specific reader insert

warning(s): swearing, alcohol usage

my note to you: dear wan, of course I will hear you out forever and always 😂 a cocktail party with the siblings sounds so fun lol I'm over here an only child 😭 this whole thing sounds so funny to me 😂 y-you think I have a big brain?? ty bb but it’s only bc u lend me your big brain energy ❤️

getting drunk with the miya twins and venting about your bf ushijima [scenario]

y’all do these roomie/sibling cocktail parties at least once a week just to let off some steam. you n samu have learned thru experience not to let tsumu play bartender tho bc the man’s tolerance is thru the roof and his drinks are STRONG

like he’s got that heavy “two shots of vodka” *cookie monster falling in the background* pour

anyway, this evening ends up taking a more serious turn bc you start crying to them about how your relationship with ushijima has been a lil rocky lately

your big bros are your ride or dies and of course they wanna comfort you, but in their drunken state, their problem solving skills are a bit... less reasonable than usual (and that’s scary bc when are they're already shaky to begin with???)

seeing you cry over ushijima is making them kinda heated low key so next thing you know, they’re calling an uber and grabbing silly string that you didn’t even know you owned

“Can ya take us here?” Atsumu asks as he slides into the passenger seat of your chariot for the night in the form of a blue sedan and holds your phone towards the driver. The man nods and puts the address into his own phone before pulling away from the curb.

In the backseat, you let your head flop against the headrest while Osamu holds the cans of silly string securely. “’Tsumu nii-chan...” you groan with indignation when he plops your phone back into your palm, “This is such a stupid--” you interrupt yourself with a hiccup--“idea.”

“Ah, chill out, Wan-chan!” Atsumu complains, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Quit bein’ such a party pooper.”

“’Sides,” Osamu pipes up from where he’s sitting beside you, “ya don’t even hafta do shit. Jus’ sit tight ‘nd let yer better thirds take care of it.”

You reach for his arm in the back of the dark car so you can smack him before doing the same to the back of Atsumu’s head when he laughs at his brother’s smart comment. “’Samu nii-chan! Usually you’re the voice of reason.”

With a small chuckle, he reaches into the pocket of his sweater and retrieves a small flask that you don’t even remember seeing him fill up. “Nah, that responsibility’s all yours, right now, Wan-chan.” You grumble with defeat as he takes a long swig of its contents before handing it over to you. In spite of being less than enthusiastic about the whole situation, you take a long drink and pass the container back, intentionally skipping over Atsumu’s outstretched hand since you both know he’ll finish it in one go.

When the apartment complex where your boyfriend resides appears in your view, you bargain, “At least lemme talk to ‘im first.”

“If you must,” Atsumu sighs.

Osamu requests that the driver waits for you all to return--which he agrees to after he shows him Atsumu’s card and offers double the fare for his troubles--before the three of you pile out of the car. Your brothers follow you as you take the familiar path to Ushijima’s front door, but hide behind a bush when you shoo them away and give it a knock.

The door slowly opening a few moments later brings you face to face with your boyfriend and makes your head spin from more than just the alcohol. “Wakatoshi...” you utter softly, (e/c) eyes finding his slightly shocked, olive gaze.

“Wan?” he murmurs, “What are you doing here?” His nose twitches at the smell of alcohol lingering on you from the drink Atsumu spilled on the sleeve of your sweater earlier. “Are you drunk?”

You wave away all of his questions and respond with an increasingly noticeable slur, “I’m here to stop my brothers from covering... yer apartment in shilly shtring.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but his face quickly drains of all emotion when you see his eyes shift to something behind you. Sure enough, your troublesome siblings have emerged from their hiding place and are now standing a few feet away, silly string cans raised in a way that you can only assume is meant to be threatening.

“Wan-chan’s real broken up over these arguments ya’ve been havin’,” Atsumu pipes up. You heave a long sigh and put your hand over your face out of the embarrassment you feel towards the whole situation. As if just showing up unaccounted for hadn’t been bad enough, you were drunk, and so were your two older brothers about to turn vandals that had accompanied you.

Ushijima clicks his tongue before speaking again in that usual, authoritative tone of his. “I understand. You can go. I’ll take care of Wan and make sure they get back home safely tomorrow.” With that said, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to him as he allows you inside his apartment so you can sober up and talk. He sends a nod in Atsumu and Osamu’s direction before closing the door.

There’s a long moment of silence as your siblings come to terms with what’s just happened. In an instant, Atsumu lunges towards the door, finger pressed against the nozzle of the silly string can, and Osamu wraps his arms around his torso to restrain him. “Fuckin’ quit!” he grunts, trying to reach for the can, “’S gonna be fine!”

“Jus’ lemme tag the motherfucker so he knows not to mess with us.” Osamu grumbles but relinquishes his grip around Atsumu so he can go to the doorstep and paint what he knows is meant to resemble a dick on the wall in silly string. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he says, “Aight, let’s dip.”

[lizacstuff]

Hi Liza I'm the same CS anon from before thanks for answering all my questions I'm still slowly working thru your tags page :) and i do love that you still reblog CS content on main. I was just wondering if you could rec me blogs that still talk about CS or dont mind chatting to a new fan also did you ever get to meet Colin/Jen I'm looking thru some of the cons content at the mo was just thinking if ppl had the chance to meet them from fandom and what they're like in real life thanks x

Oh gosh, I’m not sure who is still discussing things, I don’t see much on my dash, but I know there are plenty of people still around.  Lots of fic writers still going strong. If you like fic, I’d encourage you to go to the tags read some of the great stuff there and then leave nice notes for the writers and creators, it’s a great way to get to know people.  Anyone please chime in if you know where discussion is happening!

I did go to creation cons, and had a great time. You can see some of my pictures and video on my blog using the tags OUAT Denver 2017 and OUAT Burbank 2017 and ATVfest. Those were super fun times, though nothing compared in this fandom to San Diego Comic Con days. Probably the most fun I’ve ever had in fandom right from my living room.  Check out my SDCC 2014, SDCC 2015 & SDCC 2016 tags for all the best stuff, I was a reblogging machine on those days so I captured most everything out there. For 2015 and 2016 I also did sub tags which you can find on my tags page to help find what you’re looking for.  

 One of the best panels ever was the NerdHQ mystery panel moderated by Zachary Levi in 2015 that featured Jen, Colin and Josh. If you’ve never watched it, go find it, you are in for a real treat!

Oh here it is:

[ohleander]

12.6

Today's round of self-therapy feels very intense. I'm back again wishing I already had therapy sessions in place. I'm afraid of going thru the process of finding a therapist that's right for me. I struggle feeling like the folks who live in this biblical area of wake forest wouldn't understand me in the way I need. I suppose I need to at least try, but the work feels like too much sometimes. Sometimes it doesn't feel worth it to put myself through the process of finding someone to trust. I also know that I don't feel like I'm worth it. I know that I am, logistically, but I'm finding that my "worthlessness" is a deeeep rooted assumption that's permeated into a lot of different areas of thought. Today I really want to feel okay, but I just don't and I'm slowly and not easily learning that that's okay too.

Another thing I've been struggling with lately is feeling like I give way more than I receive with those that I love. And I don't know how to not give. I'm seen as the strong person, someone who always needs to hold it up for others because I AM strong and I really can hold it together, but over time it adds up to my detriment. I'm learning to give to myself as well, but its also hard. I really wish someone would see me for the person that I am and not for what I can provide for them. I want to feel like I'm living, not like I'm constantly serving. At this point in time, I'm not sure what necessary and realistic steps I can take to change these things. I feel very stuck in the motions of this machine I've created for myself. But I feel like I've got to gear up to try, anyway.

I go through periods of feeling content with the way I've set my life up and the decisions I've made to get here but today in particular I am feeling a lot of regret over quitting my original dream of being an artist through and through. So often I suddenly find myself looking at my life and it feels like all the decisions I've made to date have just been me picking the seemingly best or most responsible (probably the easiest for everyone) decision at the time. My people pleasing tendencies have gotten me to where I am now for the most part. Self preservation as well, but mostly it feels like I make people-pleasing choices for myself. Ones where everyone's happy.. and often at the time I think I'm happy but today (as well as other days in this vicious cycle) I don't feel so happy with what I've chosen or how things have panned out. The person I have to be in this cycle of trying to support my family is not a bad person and I love them, but its so very different from the person I am when just left to my own devices. I'd love to be more of that person. I just want to be somewhere where I don't have to act so much, I want to be somewhere where I am also taken care of. So many people need me for emotional support in a friendship and I love doing it, really, but it does add up. I am tired and angry and deeply sad. Feeling left alone in the corner when I cant provide.

I've been looking at my inner child and seeing all the ways I was never allowed or given the space to work through negative feelings. This wasn't my parents fault per say. I believe they were doing their very best and they were both traumatized by life events too. It still doesn't change the fact that I'm dealing with the inability to process my anger and sadness. I was never given a safe space to learn. I was always secondary, if not in real life, but in emotion. Even now, those feelings flare up when my family at home only ever want to talk about themselves or whats on their mind. They never ask me how I'm doing or what I think. I don't think they realize they're not providing the emotional support that I need and I also still don't know how to ask. Its a painful turmoil to be in this spot and I'm feeling paralyzed to change it. As a child, it was always a lot to ask for emotional space. My dad would always get defensive and blow up in some way and I would end up comforting him instead. As much as I long to be close to other people, this has really affected me in a way where I only know how to deal with negative emotions by being absolutely alone and not needed for a while. Thats the key.. I'd really love to not be needed by anyone for anything. I want people to see me and WANT to support me. I often also immediately think "well whats so good about me that I deserve that without question?" and my logical brain tells me "you're already worthy of that without question" but I've not felt that yet. Especially today. Today's a day where I'm feeling especially unworthy of being alive, although I know its not true. Its tough when I feel so much love for life, for laying outside and experiencing the breeze and leaves and nature and the peace of the sunshine, and yet I don't feel worthy of being awake in this world. It feels weak to say, even though its a basic need, but I long for someone to support me and help me feel worthy. Right now I have an inability to give myself the permission and love that I need. Its a block im trying to work through. I want so badly to give myself the self love and validation that I need so deeply, but at the same time, I am DAMN TIRED of being the one to give everything. I want someone to see me and help me. Because I cant see others and not help them.. I want someone to see me the way I see them. I need reciprocity. I also need to learn to see and recognize it when its there.

Again, I keep piling responsibilities onto myself. All the work I need to do to "deserve" the gifts.. but I do believe I already deserve the gifts.. I reckon I just want to be in a spot where I can accept them without question. Where I can feel confident in taking what good things are offered.

Sometimes it feels like I know too much about whats going on and at the same time, I also don't know enough to make things work right. But I suppose the fact that I'm alive and breathing means that its working right and that I'm valid. Even when it doesn't feel that way. Even when things don't feel the way I want them to feel. I don't want to lose faith and I get so tired at the same time, I'd love to just be done. Though deep down I know that's not true at all. What I want is to be seen and supported. I barely feel seen for who I actually am because I have been forced to mask so hard in life. Its such a deep struggle.

Also I am trying to get away from the urge to tell my "friends" these things. Often I look for support by trying to talk to them, but rarely do I get the acceptance and support that I'm actually looking for. I tell them I appreciate them for even giving me the time of day to listen but since I feel so deeply that they don't really know me, their advice and words feel off-target.

All at the same, time, I refuse to feel guilty for any of these feelings. Its a struggle and an active thought, but I am teaching myself to not feel guilt or shame over these things I feel. I will not feel bad for needing someone to see me and support me in the way I need. I WILL NOT feel bad for not yet knowing how to tell or show others what I need. I have never been given the proper space to exercise this. I also will NOT feel bad for not being able to be the person someone needs at the time. I wont feel bad for not being 'happy' in the presence of others. I wont feel bad for not being able to be other people's strength. They need me but I also need too.

In my mind, asking for anything is selfish. For one, I've always had everything I've needed... a home, food, material things. Its no substitute for emotional connection and trust. Trust and vulnerability are what I deeply need right now. I need someone to hold me while I practice vulnerability and that kind of relationship is not present in my life yet.. or not so I can see it.

I refuse to feel guilty for needing anything. I refuse to feel bad learning to ask for support without strings. Always I feel like I need to offer a trade to get support. I want support without question. I want someone to want to support me. I sincerely get joy out of uplifting others but that runs out eventually when Its not reciprocated in the way I need. Luckily I'm learning to give myself the space to learn what I need. I've people pleased so much over my life, right now I have no idea what I really need or how to learn to ask. I'm guessing what I need.. I have needs that feel right, but they feel foreign.

I just want to feel comfortable. I want to feel loved. I want to trust someone so much I can be my very most vulnerable self. I need someone I can be my smallest softest self with. I need someone I can offer strength too but I am not the source of their strength. I need someone who is whole and wants to support me. I need someone who is whole who will let me support them and let me be their strong person while they're vulnerable too. All of these things are becoming apparent that they're important to me. I am still learning and I have a lot to learn. I do try to not take things so seriously but I wont beat myself up for falling into that habit anyway.

I have plenty more on my mind but I need a breather.

LM

[crzcorgi]

A Dream Come True ~ part 7

a Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus RPF

catch up here!

My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.  Also, let’s pretend that Jeffrey and Norman are single, no SO’s, no ties.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus ~ This chapter features just Jeff!

Word count ~ 2900

Warnings- NSFW, NSFW aesthetic

Under a cut due to sexy aesthetic

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 To say I was nervous was definitely an understatement. A proposition? What could he possibly want?

 “For years, I’ve never truly had a home. I have my farm, have had it for awhile, but I never got to spend time there. My roles taking me to all corners of the earth. But, as you know, I finally have a steady job. I am now able to spend much more time on my farm. But I also recently purchased a cabin in Georgia, not too far from the set. It’s small, but fuck I don’t need much.”

 He pulled me closer, one hand continuing to rub my back, the other gently placing some loose hairs behind my ear. He leaned down, just enough to place a sweet kiss to the top of my head. He stayed there and it felt so right. Everything felt right, like this is where I belonged, with Jeffrey. And I was sensing he felt the same way.

 “So, the thing is, I was sure, fucking positive, that landing this role, becoming more stable, that I would be at peace. I would be able to fly back home during my free time, be able to relax on the farm.

 “So, finding out how much hard work a farm is?” I giggled, figuring he hadn’t realized what he’d gotten into. Farms are a butt load of work.

 He sighed, pulling me even tighter. “No doll, I know how much work a farm is, I have farm hands for a lot of the work. I just take up some of the slack when I’m around. No, that’s not what’s happened.”

 I upset him? Or at least I think I did?

 “I’m sorry!” I told him as I took his hand, gently rubbing it. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” I tried to hold it back but sure as shit the tears started flowing. Stupid emotions.

 “Oh fuck! Sweetheart! I never meant to make you cry, I’m not upset with you! I promise!” He moved his arms, encircling my waist and pulling me completely into his lap. I laid my head against his chest as he leaned down to gently place another kiss on the top of my head. “You fucking smell like heaven darling. Mmhmm!” He kept his face in my hair, I could feel his hot breath, hear his little sniffs.

 “I’m sorry I’m so emotional. I just…” what do I say? That I’m falling for him? That I just met him and I already am feeling like we’ve known each other a lifetime? That the thought of saying goodbye is causing my heart to truly ache. He’ll just think I’m that crazy fangirl that fell into his arms at the con. And maybe he wouldn’t be so wrong.

 I was brought out of my thoughts by Jeff’s hand on my cheek. “Baby, you’ve got to stop all this thinking bad shit. I know that’s what you’re doing.” He squeezed me impossibly closer, my breath catching in my throat. “I knew something was missing in my life. I thought it was not have a fucking true home. Then I bought my farm, and while it has helped, I never got to spend much time there, not able to enjoy it. I was sure when I got the Walking Dead job, I’d be able to be home more, relax and enjoy life.”

 He sighed into my hair. I tilted my face up slowly afraid I might smash into his face. “That must have been wonderful, being in your own bed, waking up on your beautiful farm, smelling the clean country air. I bet you were overjoyed!”

 He looked down, right into my eyes. I could see something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. “I was happy, for a short while. Something was still ‘off’ I wasn’t sure what it was. I began taking more bike rides, alone and of course with Bubba.”

 “That must be such a thrill. Riding free like that, the wind, the sun on your back. It’s almost like flying!”

 “Yea, there is truly nothing like it doll. Really. I need to take you sometime. Would you like that?” He brought my chin up, kissing me softly. Pulling away, he held my chin still, forcing me to look at him. “Just answer sweetheart, no thinking about it.”

 I hesitated, “uh, yes, I would love that, but…”

 “But?”

 “Well, it’s not like we’re friends, or coworkers. After this weekend…”

 He let out a big sigh. “And this is where my proposition comes in. I don’t know if you could tell, see, just how nervous I am. But I can’t not ask you. Baby girl, these past days have been incredible, beyond wonderful. I could never have guessed that I would find someone at my age at a convention, much less someone who is causing me to question everything. I never believed in love at first sight, soulmates, none of that shit. I never thought I would find someone who made everything just fall into place, who made me truly look forward to the future. To want to finally settle down to have a home to come back to.”  

 He looked down, his arms falling away from me. I was trying to comprehend everything he just said. Was he talking about me? When he said love at first sight, soulmate, was that me? A home, did he mean me?

He looked so lost, almost scared. So I put aside all my questioning, my self doubts. And I wrapped him in my arms, brushing my lips thru his hair.

 “Everything is so confusing right now.” I snickered, turning my head so that we were now face to face, our foreheads almost touching. “But one thing is for sure, I’m falling for you Mr. Morgan. And I’m hoping that maybe the feeling is reciprocated?”

  I couldn’t believe I just blurted out my feelings. Maybe he isn’t feeling the same way? Maybe he just wants to talk to someone who he feels comfortable with? Maybe that’s what he’s saying, that it’s as if we were long lost friends reunited. Shit, and now I made an utter fool of myself. Admitting my schoolgirl feelings and actually believing that he would feel the same way.

 His laugh brought me back. “Doll face, you’re doing it again. I can practically see those wheels a spinnin’!” He leaned into me, his hands roughly grasping my cheeks and bringing our lips together. He was rough, his tongue quickly demanding entrance and which I readily allowed. Becoming a quickly heated kiss, my hands reaching up to grasp his hair, my moans muffled by our lips locked together.

 As quick as the kiss began, it ended. “Does that answer your question? I thought it was obvious.” He started stroking my hair, my eyes beginning to close. “Open your eyes sweetheart.” I opened them to see him looking downward, he took a hold of my hands, bringing them up to kiss each one.

 “My proposition, my question to you is. Fuck, I don’t know how to say this.” He was holding onto my hands for dear life, squeezing them tightly. “Be with me, come live with me. Come live on my farm, stay with me in Atlanta.”

 My mouth dropped open. He was asking me to live with him, to be with him. I must have looked as shocked as I felt because he made a groaning sound and began running his hands thru his hair. I quickly sprang into action.

 “No, no! I’m not saying no, I mean I'm…not saying anything. I guess…I’m shocked. I mean…are you asking me what I um, ah think you’re uh, asking me?”

 He looked into my eyes, moving our faces with mere inches of each other. “To be with me, wherever I am, wherever I go. Fuck girl, it’s crazy, I know. I’m crazy maybe. But I can’t, don’t want to be away from you. I can’t live without you. It’s like you’re the missing piece to my puzzle. I finally feel complete, content.”

 I was mesmerized, stunned. He was right, so very right. “Yes, I mean yes, I would love to go with you, anywhere, anyplace.”

 “You mean it sweet girl, you aren’t fucking with me are you? I’ve been screwed over in the past, my heart couldn’t take it again.”

 I placed my arms around his neck, turning my body to straddle his. “I would never kid you about my feelings for you. I know I hesitate when speaking, but you’ve got to understand my shock.” My fingers began caressing his scalp. “You talk about this all being new to you, but you have women throwing themselves at your feet day in and day out. I’m lucky if I have a date on any given weekend.”  I looked down, once again my lovely low  self-esteem rearing its ugly head.

“I’ve gotta tell you, I find that truly hard to comprehend. You are fucking amazing doll, everything about you. I’m in disbelief that you aren’t already taken.”

 His hands came up to grasp a hold of my head, pulling our lips together for another heated kiss. I would never get used to the thrill of his tongue begging entrance, the taste of his lips, the chills running through my body every time I hear, feel his growls.

 It felt like the kiss went on forever, I would never complain. But Jeff moved away, only to push me off of his lap and onto the bed. Throwing his leg over, he was straddling me, leaning down, his mouth now on my ear.

 “I need you now and I won’t take no for an answer.” His whispering causing me to shiver.

 And as if I’d say no.

 In one thrust he became fully seated, I could swear I felt his tip touching me in some deep place. He didn’t move right away, just becoming reacquainted with the feelings, although it had only been mere hours since our last time.

 “Is this fucking heaven, cause I can’t imagine a more amazing place than here, with you, inside you. This, this is where I belong.” He began kissing his way down the side of my neck, making me turn my head so he could have better access. Jeff began nudging his hips downward, slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, the desired outcome.

 “I love you, so much.” I could help it. I was so far gone. He was right, this had to be heaven because nothing, no one, could make me feel like this.

 “I love you too doll, fuck yes!” Suddenly, he flipped us over, his cock still deep inside me. “Ride me baby, fucking ride me hard and fast.” He slapped my ass, causing me to squeal and giggle.

 I sat up, feeling his dick moving to a very different position. “Ohhh god…” my eyes rolling back into my head, my mouth dropping open, riding the line of pleasure/pain closely. I couldn’t stop the moans, grunts, sighs falling from my mouth as I began moving my hips, gyrating over, around his more than ample manhood.

 “Jesus fuck, baby girl! You’re a fucking pro at this!” Jeff brought his arms up, each hand grasping onto a breast, causing me to jump. “Hold on sweetheart, fuck, I’m only just beginning.” I could tell he was enjoying this as much as me, his voice so much deeper, gruff. His words coming out between pants.

 As his long fingers deftly tweaked my now hypersensitive nipples, I continued my dance, the bit of pain felt at first long since giving way to pure blissful joy. I knew my end was so very near, moving my hand to my waiting nub.

 With my eyes closed, I didn’t see, but definitely felt, Jeff’s hand moving mine away. “Let me doll, just keep doin’ what…fuck…you’re doin’.”

 I couldn’t answer him, my breaths coming in quick pants. I just nodded the best I could. When his fingertip, one freaking fingertip, touched my clit, I came. I began shaking, shivering, my eyes wide open but seeing nothing.

 “I’m almost there baby, ride through your fucking high, help me finish y/n.”

 “God Jeffrey…YES!!!! Fuck YES!!!!!”  I kept up my ministrations, not only prolonging my orgasm , but causing another to begin.

 “Say my name…fuck… say my name again baby girl!”

 I repeated it, and repeated it. Louder each time as I came again. And fucking again. Never had I experienced such pleasure, such an amazing high that was never ending. I lost count of the actual number, but it had to be double digits.

 When Jeffrey came, I could feel everything. I could feel the beginning spasms his cock made. I felt the movement up his shaft, my channel contractions moving as one with his dick’s. I took in the soft, warm escape of his creamy fluid.

My body wouldn’t, couldn’t move, but gravity had other ideas. I began to fall forward, Jeff reaching up and gently assisting me down and into his arms. His arms pulling me closely, his fingers twirling my damp hair. I felt his now flaccid manhood slip free from me, mutual groans escaping from us both.

 “Simply amazing darling. Just when I think it can’t get any more fucking amazing, you surprise me.”

 His nose found its way into my hair. I could feel his sniffs, hear his sighs. He was so right. This was amazing. We were amazing. I’ve never felt these feelings before, not with anyone. As cliche as it was, we felt like home. Jeffrey was my home.

 We must have both dozed off, content in each other’s arms, a warmth, comfort, like no other. When I came to, I stretched my arms, my eyes opening when I felt no body next to mine. As I struggled to sit up, my body still a bit shaky from the wonderful lovemaking, I heard, then saw, Jeff coming out of the bathroom, a smile a mile wide on his face. The dimples on full display making me smile in return.

 “I’m sorry y/n, didn’t want to wake you, love watching you sleep. So fucking beautiful.” He sat down pulling me into his lap. “But fuck if I didn’t have to take a piss!” He giggled like a little boy.

 God this man!

 “S’ok, I don’t want to miss any time with you,can’t enjoy your company if I’m asleep, can I?”  I snuggled into him, smelling fresh smoke. “Cig break too? This is a no-smoking room.” I poked his chest jokingly.

 “Aww, dollface, just snuck a quick drag while I was on the toilet. No harm, no foul, right?”

 If someone had told me a couple of days ago I would be hanging around a smoker, much less sleeping with him, I would laughed in their face. I am not a militant anti-smoker by any means. But I don’t care for it, the smell of stale smoke a real turn off.

 Then why is it I find it extremely attractive, even sexy, when Jeffrey smelled like smoke. When he held a cigarette between his fingers, gah!

 “Deep thoughts baby girl?” His hand came up under my chin, tilting my face upward.

 “Just thinking about how damn attractive you are. Even with the nasty cigarettes.” I giggled hoping he wouldn’t be too offended.

 He leaned down, our lips barely touching but still such turn on. Pulling back barely, he spoke softly. “Nasty doll? You haven’t seen my nasty side yet. Maybe if you’re a good girl…”

 We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

 “What the fuck Morgan?! Door’s locked dood!”

 We looked at each, both letting out a loud laugh.

 “Be right there Bubba! Keep your fucking pants on!”

 Jeff stood from the bed, reaching over to the chair situated by the bed to grab his pants. Pulling them on, he began hopping towards the door, his face contorting.  I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

 Opening the door, Norman stepped inside quickly, a curt wave in my direction, shared shoulder slaps with Jeff, then headed right into the bathroom.

 “Sorry sweetheart, I gotta pee!”

 I snickered, pulling the sheets up around my chest. Jeff stepped back over to me, a look of concern on his face.

 “Jeff?” I could quite read if it was concern or something else that was causing a slight frown to appear on him.

 He sat down on the edge of the bed, his left arm darting out to take my hand. His simple action of rubbing my fingers calming my nerves.

 “We’ve got to tell Norman what we discussed, our mutual decision.” He paused, moving closer to me, his eyes meeting mine,  while simultaneously moving his hand to my cheek, delicately stroking it. “We are on the same page, right baby girl?” His eyes never leaving mine.

 “If I wasn’t sure before, I certainly am now. I cannot imagine a life without you in it Jeffrey. Not now, not tomorrow. Not ever.” I smiled at him, my eyes darting downward, feeling a bit shy at my admission.

“Look at me sweetheart.” I did as he asked. “I love you, everything about you, even when your mind tells you fucking lies. I know you still have doubts. But y/n, you are perfect for me. There is no one else.”

 We moved in unison, closing in. When our lips met, I sighed. I was where I wanted to be.

[chiripepe]

I finished it and it was terrible. It was good analysis of the shortcomings of the show and what it had to say about race specifically was very interesting even though it took an hour for that part of the critique to get there. Ill probably watch it again some other time when I'm really bored which will be soooner than later because I'm very very bored lately. I mean I've re watched some of my favorite vids of hos several times already in anticipation of getting the new one since covid started.

I've been watching a lot of YouTube lately. Not even really playing games except for a few bouts of MK11 here and there and of course Animal Crossing cuz its just so convenient to play whole laying down.

YouTube is a graveyard of shit now. The way the company has reworked the reward system for content creators means that they're pushed to push out shit that isn't very good and regularly cuz old videos get hidden behind the constant shit being churned out on the regular.

I honestly miss the days when you'd have to did thru shit to find gold but you'd actually find it if looked hard enough. Now its just mountains and mountains of clickbait videos that don't really have shit to say or hide the bits of actually valuable or interesting information on 20+ minutes of feces. The entire time you're having to wait thru the same fucking ads over and over again because that's what YouTube is really for: a medium for getting personal information from you in order to match you up with ads they think you wanna see.

That's the entire reason Google purchase YouTube more than a decade ago and coils stand around not making a penny for ages. They were slowly building this network where all the work is done by people but if you want the content you can't go anywhere else, you're forced to go on YouTube to produce or consume constant while your info is being absorbed and you're constantly bombarded by ads.

Some of the videos are such obvious shit that the ads are built in. This video brought to you by so and so and you can tell whomever is producing it essentially took one theme they thought would get them clicks so they'd be guaranteed income by whomever is actually paying them to sell shit in their videos.

Omg hbomberguy finally FINALLY published his new video and its about some show that isn't that good and I don't even like it. I was so thirsty for his cobtent, he hasn't published anything since LAST YEAR and now I'm gonna have to wait for his next video to see if it's good. Shit. Hope it doesn't take another 8 months.

[haikyuulovercompany]

(1/2) ❤️Hey, good luck on the new blog! I'd like to request a matchup please? I'm a 5"6 ENFP girl with poofy,soft, super curly brownish purple hair, tan skin, light brown eyes, and hella deep dimples on both cheeks! I'm pretty extroverted, kinda loud, and weird. I have an odd sense of humor (which I mostly express thru memes and weird antics). I'm really open minded and optimistic as well! I goof off a lot, and I'm kinda a class clown, but I can read situations & people well so I easily ❤️

Anon also said: recognize when I need to be serious. Although I’m a chatterbox I give good advice and I’m a good listener. I’m really affectionate and kinda needy. I also playfully tease and insult my friends. I am also really social and can accidentally ignore/interrupt people bc I have a lot going on (I’m in a lot of clubs so I get stopped to talk a lot). I can get a little jealous and insecure easily too, but I’m always confrontational about my problems and I talk it out. Thank u!! good luck!!🍀 ❤️ oh yeah to add to my matchup I just sent in (girl w dimples & curly hair) I really don’t mind what the scenario is? you can write whatever you want!! :-) but if you can’t think of anything then first date would be fine haha.

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Thank you for the good wishes!!

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I’m matching you with Tetsuro Kuroo!

The first thing he noticed about you was your hair. He was one of thoseobnoxious people who asked if he could touch your hair because it looked so puffy.Then he noticed your dimples, and bright eyes and started to believe in love atfirst sight.

He is pretty laid-back, so he doesn’t mind how loud, or weird you canget. He is a fan of different. He, himself, loves provocation and everythingthat can come as unusual. And he actually shares your odd sense of humor.

And it is his same laid-back personality that works with yours. Sinceyou’re open-minded, the both of you have long conversations about everythingwithout any of you getting mad. Your points of view on certain matterssometimes don’t coincide, but you know how to respect each other. When you’reinterrupting someone, he simple puts his hands on your shoulders, and lightlysqueezes them. That usually helps to calm you down, and ease the pace of yourmouth. He actually doesn’t mind, but he is a guy who is constantly thinkingabout others, and especially about you.

He mostly gets a laugh by provoking people, so it’s nice to have agoofball by his side to make him laugh. And you enjoy provoking, and teasingyour friends, too, so he makes you laugh as well. Kuroo sometimes describes youas a puppy. He just has to let you run around him for a while, and then youwill cuddle against him.

When you are in public, he is not that affective. He will take your hand,and stuff like that, but it’s in private when he really lets himself go. When you’re alone he’s glued up to you.

Helikes the fact your confrontational whenever something is bothering you.Because, again, he is very laid-back so he doesn’t like drama. He is always upto fixing whatever is going on between you two.

  FirstDate Scenario

You gasped at the view. It had been a long way there, but it Kuroo wasright. It was a beautiful place.

It had taken him a whole month to have the courage to ask you out, andwhen he finally did, he had to attend the training summer camp. You had toldhim you could meet when he was gone. It was a fantastic idea, as he had said.He stayed loyal to his word, and as soon as he was done with the summer camp,he called you.

Now you had the beautiful sea right in front of you. You still had acouple of days before going back to school, and he had decided a visit to thebeach was perfect. One of his favorite things was to go to the beach on summer,so why not share that with you.

“What do you want to do first?” he asked you as both of you stared atthe view. “We can go for something to eat first,” he offered. Since the beach wasone hour away, you had to catch a bus really early if you wanted to spend thewhole day there.

“Yeah, please,” you said with a smile. He nodded in response, andcontinuously made a bow as if he was in a medieval age. You chuckled under yourbreath.

You both walked through the streets with Kuroo guiding you. It was asmall, quite town. Even when you couldn’t see the ocean anymore, you couldstill hear the waves crashing. He made you stop in front of modest restaurant.It almost seemed as if it was someone’s house. The hall was a small woodensquare, with two thresholds at both sides with curtains as doors, and a set ofstairs in front. A young lady in casual clothes, and an apron came out from oneof the side rooms. She greeted you, and guided you down stares.

It turned out all of the restaurants had view to the sea. Sadly all thetables beside the windows were taken, but it wasn’t a big deal. You could seeit from every table. What started as a stiff, awkward conversation where bothof you didn’t know what was the right thing to say, slowly upgraded to a fluentone. You started to joke around a little, and eventually you pulled your phoneto show him the funny pictures you were talking about.

It had been a good idea to eat first, since now the ice between you wascompletely broken. You had taken your shoes off, and were finally walking onthe beach. Gentle waves came, and go brushing your feet as you strolled alongthe shoreline. He had brought a big backpack with everything you needed, andnow you just had to decide where was a good spot.

Without noticing, you had been getting deeper, and deeper into thewater, and now you were knee-deep. Both of you were wearing shorts, so itwasn’t much a problem. The day was pretty hot, and the cold water felt niceagainst your skin.

You decided to have a break, and sat for a while. But when you werewalking out of the sea, one of Kuroo’s feet got stuck on the sand, and he fallto his knees at the same time a little wave came in getting half of his bodywet. Thankfully, the water didn’t get to the backpack.

You couldn’t help the laugh that scape your mouth. Kuroo sighed. Whatelse could he do? You started to apologize, as you extended your hand to him.

“Please don’t pull me in,” you begged between giggles.

“Well, maybe I will,” he said as he took your hand. You screamed, andpulled back afraid he would effectively pull you in, but he didn’t, and youfell backwards.

Kuroo eyes open wide. He was able to contain his own laugh, and quicklystood up, helping you do the same. The sun was still up, so you both still hada chance to at least dry yourselves.

Once you were outside the water, both of you were able to laugh, andtease each other about how dumb he looked when he fell, and how dumb you werefor believing he would actually pull you to the water.

From the backpack he took out a couple of towels, and extended them onthe sand. You both laid down gazing at the sky waiting for the sun to do itsthing.

You kept talking. You kept joking, and teasing the other until the sunstarted to set. You had decided to watch the sunset from where you were, and notget close to the water anymore.

That’s when your head processed something that was a bit too important.

“Oh my god, my phone!” you screamed as you opened your bag and pouredits content on the towel hoping your phone wasn’t death.

This time Kuroo let his usual sneaky laugh to be heard.

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